Artist: D-Gotti f/ Big Moe
Album: Street Sermon
Song: Momma Don't Cry
Typed by: Lil Hustle
(*talking*)
Wipe your eyes mama, (wipe your eyes)
I ain't in them streets, ducking and dodging them feds
Know I'm saying, a nigga studio grinding baby
God done provided me a way to get you out the ghetto
You know I'm saying mama, hear me baby dry your eyes
It hurt me to see you like that, it's our time to shine feel this here mama
[Chorus - 2x]
Momma don't cry, I apologize for my pops
In my heart I wanna hate him, but somewhere it's gotta stop
Lord 'fore you drop me, six feet up under grass
Find me a way, to put momma in upper class
[D-Gotti]
Don't cry sweetheart, cause God is on your side
Forgive me for the lies, and times I got confined
Momma you was around, when nobody gave a damn
When them laws batter rammed, came and got me out the jam
Accepted food stamps, to put food in the box
Even though daddy left, we kept shoes and socks
Use to cry and watch the sucker, put his hand on ya
That's why I pistol whooped him, that day up on the corner
When I wake up in the morning, still I say a prayer for ya
I know it's hard, coping with the pain of losing my lil' brother
They say the good have to suffer, in order to get it right
But through the scuffle and strife, you kept a broken family tight
And I apologize, for my old man's wrongs
And before the marriage ended, he had you smoking bowls
It was so incredible, the person you became
But your baby'll never change, I still love you the same
[Chorus - 2x]
[D-Gotti]
Look momma, I'm a ghetto icon
Your son's on his way to being a superstar, under the sun
Benjamins take some, go buy you some'ing nice
You a queen in my eyes, God bless momma life
I know you wonder why, I don't ever bring you out
It's cause I know the levels, that I'm bout to go up in this life
The streets done got trife, momma don't be blue
Might be so much hate that get to me, through you
You know what that'll do, put me back up in the streets
On the creep for the bloodline, a coward I'll dump my heat
I mash for our dreams, we ain't never had nothing
Look at your baby on the Dirty 3rd, they call me Sonny
'Member every tummy ache, you was down to play nurse
Did you rehearse, cause I still think you the best mom on Earth
And you won't have to work no mo', just give me time
See the tears in your eyes, when you tell me you're proud
[Chorus - 2x]
[D-Gotti]
I know this world is unfair, that's why momma I don't care
Your baby boy gon' die fly, trying to give you dough to share
I understand the way the jealous stress, put on your soul
We hear the mistakes you made, against your own home
Everyday we all broke, without no pain no gain
And I don't think I had this game, if my past didn't change
But that was then this now, I ain't on no hot blocks
Now everything legit, so don't worry when I get stopped
Boy I woulda checked you out, and watched the day in Cardier
You bout to shine sweetheart, cause your son on his way
This time next year, momma you going to the Bahamas
Around town you'll be chauffeured around, in a stretch Hummer
What a hell of a woman, made a lion out your cub
Always make my bond, when I got caught up into some'ing
Momma, you ought to be known from all the streets put you through
But you not, that's why God came through for you
[Chorus - 2x]
[Big Moe]
All I wanna do, is make you happy
All I wanna do, is keep you a smile
All I wanna do, is make you happy
Keep it real, to the day that I die
You get the best of my love
Momma, you get the best of my love
Momma, I love you baby boo yeah